Well, you don't have to fuck Sarah. But why not go to the party? Grab dinner and call Sarah.

Damn, Sarah's fucking hot. But you've gotta live with Dave the rest of the semester. Of course, you doubt you'd live another day if you fucked his girlfriend and he found out. But hey, you can control yourself. And going to a frat party sure sounds better than hanging out here. You're going to be living here. Plenty of time to meet everyone.

You run down to the school cafeteria to grab some dinner and kill a little time. You notice quite a few hotties there and almost invite them to the party, but you reconsider. First, you don't even know the guys throwing the party. Kind of rude to invite people when you're just a "friend of a friend". And second, what the hell?!? Why invite a girl to a party where you're going to be trying to pick someone up. Why bother going to the party if you're just going to have someone hanging on your arm all night.

You head back to your room. You're glad Dave's not back yet as you pick up the phone, dialing Sarah's number. It rings a couple times before someone answers.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Sarah? It's John."

"Ohhh, hi John. What's up?" she purrs. Yeah, definitely could be a phone sex goddess. You have the urge to ask her what she's wearing, even though the image of her is still burnt into your mind.

"Oh, not much here. Thought I'd come out to that party tonight."

"Excellent. I was hoping you'd decide to come." Her velvet voice hangs on that last word for a bit and you feel your cock getting rock hard. You start to imagine what she'd sound like in bed.

"John, is everything ok?"

Shit. You were daydreaming.